I was young when you attacked.Young and hopeful, taken aback.You told me I would die like you, and do things I'm not meant to do.Then, I couldn't comprehend, why you'd meet your untimely end.Inside me it began to stir, strange things I suddenly remembered.Another me? From a different time? Or maybe later down the line?I was calm, and I was fierce.Goodbyes were often insincere.I left my wife and child behind. Because of this, they would die.I was torn, but I was free.They had not known what happened to me.I was less than they deserved.A conjecture, but still, ahead of the curve.So I went on to see you again, I wonder what this visit contends?I enter without warning, but here you are, prepared for me!Your friend who stood behind the door, I dealt to him the killing blow.I then began to feel regret, but wait! I haven't finished yet!I wrap my hands around your neck, there and then I felt content.A soul can't leave your lifeless shell, omega on your way to ****.If I could watch you die again, I'll do it from my ink and pen.